![[Image: dcyfsjh-266e5e3e-62c0-4120-a344-ee69eb20...aZc-E2XAJk]](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/90f9d976-619a-48eb-8f67-5838a7f0b097/dcyfsjh-266e5e3e-62c0-4120-a344-ee69eb2089cb.gif?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzkwZjlkOTc2LTYxOWEtNDhlYi04ZjY3LTU4MzhhN2YwYjA5N1wvZGN5ZnNqaC0yNjZlNWUzZS02MmMwLTQxMjAtYTM0NC1lZTY5ZWIyMDg5Y2IuZ2lmIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.aIr9NMQqigsXI8oiKZrNAlcCV9l8WZbq-aZc-E2XAJk)
Though winter was upon them, the grounds had yet to fully take form into the snowy world. It melted, making a soggy underneath as her paws treaded through the mud. All that was of leaves were not brown to the ground, mashed into the blank world of a bleak winter. She sighed, as winter was her least favorite season for how plain it looked. Though the white may be pretty, she could not help but miss the wonderous of greens and reds of the other seasons. At the moment she depised the current times, were it all but murky and gross — feeling every inch of the earth itself between her mud-soaked paws.
As the snow came to be she found herself under a log, a quiet shelter that was voided of any filth. A cold grown, pleasant with a few patches of grass that provided the faintest of dew with the falling snow. As she watched the fluttering of the snow, gently fall onto the earth itself.. The Queen found herself growing drowsy, fire-lit eyes gradually closing.. Until she went into a slumber.
Though when the Celnes awoke it was within the dreams itself. A cold sweat started to break out as she whined in the overworld, nightmares plaguing her.
The cries, it said, kept continuing on as she covered her ears within. Moaning and screaming, all she could hear was chaos and a darkness. Though when there was light, as all beings would — she reached for it. Just to get caught in burning from her paw, and when she pulled back a coolness took over, but the screaming grew louder and louder. She shoved through, body into the light itself but blistering from the fires of hell. To emerge from the darkness was within the pinnacles of sin, and so the Queen screamed.
Repent!
Repent it screams!
She could see them within bloody appearance, whispering words she knew not of besides 'murderer,' and 'high elk will judge you.' It brought a scoff that even she was shocked to give, for who openly do so? Yet her voice continued on, as internally she struggled to go against what was spoken. Blasphemy, shocking herself and the shadows of corpses that looked upon her in a dead-gaze. She so screamed internally, but only spoke of cursing the Gods themselves and the damnable religion. Words she thought of as a child, but would always keep inside.
Repent your sins, so it said.
For the blood of her cousins pooled to her paws, and even her dearest Uncle, the man she hated most of all, looked at her with a broken neck and smiled. He whispered, "did you get what you wanted?"
When she woke up, she huffed and gasped, small tears streaming to her face. Yet, she did not know why she was crying.
As the snow came to be she found herself under a log, a quiet shelter that was voided of any filth. A cold grown, pleasant with a few patches of grass that provided the faintest of dew with the falling snow. As she watched the fluttering of the snow, gently fall onto the earth itself.. The Queen found herself growing drowsy, fire-lit eyes gradually closing.. Until she went into a slumber.
Though when the Celnes awoke it was within the dreams itself. A cold sweat started to break out as she whined in the overworld, nightmares plaguing her.
The cries, it said, kept continuing on as she covered her ears within. Moaning and screaming, all she could hear was chaos and a darkness. Though when there was light, as all beings would — she reached for it. Just to get caught in burning from her paw, and when she pulled back a coolness took over, but the screaming grew louder and louder. She shoved through, body into the light itself but blistering from the fires of hell. To emerge from the darkness was within the pinnacles of sin, and so the Queen screamed.
Repent!
Repent it screams!
She could see them within bloody appearance, whispering words she knew not of besides 'murderer,' and 'high elk will judge you.' It brought a scoff that even she was shocked to give, for who openly do so? Yet her voice continued on, as internally she struggled to go against what was spoken. Blasphemy, shocking herself and the shadows of corpses that looked upon her in a dead-gaze. She so screamed internally, but only spoke of cursing the Gods themselves and the damnable religion. Words she thought of as a child, but would always keep inside.
Repent your sins, so it said.
For the blood of her cousins pooled to her paws, and even her dearest Uncle, the man she hated most of all, looked at her with a broken neck and smiled. He whispered, "did you get what you wanted?"
When she woke up, she huffed and gasped, small tears streaming to her face. Yet, she did not know why she was crying.
the staff team luvs u
